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Lord Loss sows all the sorrows of the world

Lord Loss seeds the grief-starched trees



In the center of the web, lowly Lord Loss bows his head



Mangled hands, naked eyes

Tangled snakes his soul line

Curled inside like textured sin

Bloody curdled sheets for skin



In the center of the web, vile Lord Loss torments the dead

Over strands of red, Lord Loss crawl

Despensing pain, despising all

Shuns friends, nurtures foes

Ravages hopes, breeds woes

Drinks moons, Devours suns

Twirls his thumbs till the Reaper comes



In the center of the web, lush Lord Loss is all thats left.